10-12-16

Weather: Gloomy.

Headed to Ironwood Airport this morning to pick up Brother Scott this morning. $154 round trip from Chicago. I took the flight once, cool plane ride, a little 8 seater.

Ray came home one night from a long day at work, slid into bed beside his sleeping wife, and fell into a deep slumber. He awoke before the Pearly Gates, where St. Peter said, ‘You died in your sleep, Ray.’

‘Well, just relax and let it happen,’ says the rooster. ‘It’s no big deal. He did, and a few uncomfortable seconds later, out popped an egg! He was overcome with emotion as he experienced motherhood. He soon laid another egg – his joy was overwhelming.

As he was about to lay his third egg, he felt a smack on the back of his head, and heard…..“Ray, wake up! You shit the bed!”